Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Rough Life

The moon last night was big and bright and beautiful. I did not get a photo of it as it reflected off the pond because I knew my camera would not catch the color well. This morning the sun came up with an awesome orange glow – kind of a red sky in the morning. I did get a photo of it, but my camera would just not do it justice. Then we had a thunderstorm, which watered my garden perfectly. The dogs were not pleased with the thunder and lightening. Ranger sat on my feet under the computer desk while Zoe lounged on the bed (she likes being in the house during a storm). There is a kitten somewhere in my house, but who knows where it is. Jan brought Jesse a kitten. He knew we had been talking about getting another cat since the coyotes have eaten all of ours, and so he brought a little gray piece of fluff to our house. Jesse took one look and said, "It is harry. I think I will call it Harriet." Sound like a good name.
I’m actually a bit picky about cats. I want one that is not demanding, a bit standoffish, but will still let me catch it if I want. I also need a cat that will let the Grand Girls mangle it from time to time without hurting them in return. My last cat, Felina, was great. She was all those things and more. I have really missed her, and therefore, would like another cat. And yet, a cat is just a cat. They are easy come and easy go. I always warn people before they give me a cat that it will not have an easy life on the farm. It will get put outside only to be let inside if it behaves. My dogs will chase it, but only when they think they need to prove themselves working dogs. Cats are coyote bait unless they get smart quick and stay close to the house. We will have to see how Harriet does. Ranger is not pleased with the new addition, but then he does not like anything that takes attention away from him. A kitten sitting in my lap is just a blow to his dog ego. He is the prince of hounds.


I am headed into town today - lots to do - Wal-Mart, Grand Girls, lunch with Toby - it is a rough life.

8 comments:

The Friendly Neighborhood Piper said...

i think i have possibly given the wrong impression of my sincere feeling towards cats...well, not really...i guess i'm just picky too. I think they are ok, if i could pick...i'd take a Maine Coon
... but that's about it...everything else is just a cat. I suppose you could say they are the Great Dane of cats...i met one once...he was the coolest cat i've ever been around.

Junk Diva said...

Yes, you have a rough life.

We also have just aquired 2 kittens. I was trying to take their pic this morning to post, but they did not cooperate. I will have to have Chara help me.

Nice sun rise pic., and pic.s never do a sunrise or sunset justice.

Inquiries said...

That picture is beautiful! Are you going to paint it?

I am not a cat person but I do like kittens.

Bag Blog said...

Piper, I didn't get the wrong impression about your cat feelings. I think you just have not been around the right cats. Personally, I think a man who does not like cats has other issues to deal with - cats are some sort of threat to some mens manliness.

Course of Perfection said...

Poor Ranger...

Buck said...

Personally, I think a man who does not like cats has other issues to deal with - cats are some sort of threat to some mens manliness.

Hunh? Really? I don't like cats, but that's primarily in juxtaposition to dogs. Cats are a threat to my manliness? (I realize you said "some" men.) Interesting, that! ;-)

My first thought when I saw today's pic was "grass fire!"

Sea-gal said...

Camera's can never quite capture the beauty of the creation, can they?! Speaking of beauty - I think you need to paint the picture on skybag's blog of Lindz sending a picture to Shay! I think it would be a perfect watercolor!

Bag Blog said...

Sea-gal, I think you are right!